Rolling Stone's Scores

For 4,534 reviews, this publication has graded:
  • 56% higher than the average critic
  • 3% same as the average critic
  • 41% lower than the average critic
On average, this publication grades 0.6 points higher than other critics. (0-100 point scale)
Average Movie review score: 65
Highest review score: 100 The Wolf of Wall Street
Lowest review score: 0 Joe Versus the Volcano
Score distribution:
4534 movie reviews
  1. I can't detect the hand of Hill in even a single scene in Bullet in the Head. It plays like a Stallone vanity project, impure and stupefyingly simple.
  2. Gordon, who died shortly after the first Arthur, never had to see the luckless 1988 sequel that made his beloved characters seem like strangers. The new Arthur, insipid when it should be infectious, leaves the same deadly impression.
  3. The cast got to spend a month shooting on Bora Bora. So that explains why they're in the movie. Why you'd spend good money for a ticket to watch them have all the fun and not have any fun yourself passes understanding.
  4. If you ever admired Julia Stiles, Selma Blair and Jason Lee -- and who didn't? -- don't watch them crush their careers in this laugh-free romantic comedy.
  5. Here they're just putting "Pirates of the Caribbean" in a saddle and pretending we won't notice.
  6. Is there an audience for this? Sadly, yes. There’s nothing wrong with a movie that cheers American heroes. But this one does so by reducing everything else to cardboard.
  7. If you stay and watch the endless end credits, there's a short scene that hints a sequel is coming. That's what I call real pain.
  8. Nothing works. Nothing.
  9. The jokes? "Chicks are for fags," says Lloyd. The film is subtitled When Harry Met Lloyd. Believe me, you don't want to be there.
  10. Murphy, teaming again with his "Norbit" director Brian Robbins, is assuming we'll all line up for lazyass toilet jokes and pay for the privilege. Prove him wrong, people, please.
  11. Diesel has chosen to keep selling stupid to audiences who are inexplicably eager to gobble it up. Damn shame.
  12. Can no one save the talented Sandler from himself? I hate this movie. Click. I hate this movie. Click. I hate this movie. Click.
  13. Well, it's a little confusing. And slightly incoherent in terms of how it lays out the book's narrative about a serial killer who is targeting mothers and whose calling card is a snowman. And sort of not very good overall. It's bad.
  14. I'd watch the vibrant Rachel McAdams and Eric Bana in anything, but The Time Traveler's Wife is pushing it.
  15. It's too bad Martin already made “What's the Worst That Could Happen?” The title really fits this one.
  16. It's Carell who projects the movie's only sense of mischief. But it's too little and too late.
  17. This feeble followup to 2010's godawful "Clash of the Titans" sucketh the mighty big one.
  18. Take a tired formula...Stir with a director, Florent Siri, who has no shame about stealing every sadistic suspense trick from the Die Hard series. Serve to a gullible audience willing to pay top dollar for secondhand goods.
  19. This unholy mess shouldn't happen to a King, much less a paying customer.
  20. It's difficult to imagine a summer film programmed more cynically than this repugnant sequel. RoboCop 2 is all machine, and it's all vile.
  21. Stupefyingly stupid thriller.
  22. What a bold notion for a movie, and what a bust in terms of execution.
  23. Forget fever – this floral-scented fiasco is so lifeless you can barely feel a pulse.
  24. A few primo bits sneak through.... But mostly we’re watching the bawdy life being drained out of a once subversive franchise. Action Point is the first Jackass-related movie to play it safe. Now that is truly painful.
  25. Could 1960s-style sex, drugs and rock & roll really have been this dull?
  26. The new Mummy is, how can I put it? Just freakin' awful.
  27. An appallingly clumsy and stupid take on drugs, kidnapping and suicide in suburbia.
  28. The F&F franchise ran out of gas half way into the 2001 original.
  29. Bad things can happen to talented people. Take Tom McCarthy, who wrote and directed "The Station Agent," "The Visitor" and "Win Win." All gems. His fourth film, The Cobbler, is a failure on every level.
  30. It's getting harder to sustain a rooting interest in the career of Johnny Knoxville.
  31. Talk about disappointing. Director Doug Liman exuded style and cool in "Swingers," "Go" and "The Bourne Identity." He lost his way in the star bloat of "Mr. and Mrs. Smith," and now his mojo is buried in this amped-up sci-fi chase flick.
  32. Purists, be warned: This scare-flick quickie has as much relation to the 1953 Vincent Price classic with the same title as Paris Hilton does to acting.
  33. It's a no-go. View From the Top boasts a first-class cast, but they're all traveling coach.
  34. I like Longoria Parker on "Desperate Housewives" and truly believe she could have a career on the big screen if she promises to never again work with writer-director Jeff Lowell, who perpetrated this offense of a ghost comedy on her and on her otherwise gifted co-stars Paul Rudd and Lake Bell.
  35. What the filmmakers fail to recognize is that history on the page is quite different from what it needs to be onscreen, namely alive and visceral.
  36. The last of the summer's movie epics is a digitalized eyesore hobbled in every department by staggering incompetence.
  37. Whitney Houston deserved better than to go out onscreen with this botch job remake of a 1976 soap opera that never deserved another thought.
  38. What Murphy's doing isn't acting; it's masturbation.
  39. What's left is a lot of strenuous playacting when what's called for is the finesse of the Japanese original. Skip this stub-toed substitute.
  40. Breathlessly boring.
    • 46 Metascore
    • 25 Critic Score
    You don't want to see this bilge. Director Milcho Manchevski, who was fired in midproduction, is the only one with cause to celebrate.
  41. The brooding RPatz doesn’t bite. But his movie does.
  42. A cheerless and unappetizing plate of piffle that deserves to be smashed against a wall or at least sent back to the kitchen.
  43. I don't know what to make of Act of Valor. It's like reviewing a recruiting poster.
  44. The shopworn script by Pablo F. Fenjves, who ghost-wrote the unpublished O.J. Simpson book, If I Did It: The Confessions of the Killer, gets no help from director Asger Leth (Ghosts of Cite Soleil).
  45. Is it the worst of the seven screen Sparks so far? Nope. My vote still goes to 2009's "The Last Song" with Miley Cyrus mothering those unhatched turtle eggs. But it's still pretty damn insufferable.
  46. Preposterous can be defined in many, many ways. But for now, let's use the plot details of The Accountant as Exhibit A.
  47. CQ
    Writer-director Roman Coppola is trying to capture a time he's too young to remember, when the French New Wave reinvigorated film art.
  48. Overheated, underdone farce. Race for the exit.
  49. Say the word, girl (Lopez), the next time you're offered one of these barrel scrapers: Enough!
    • 32 Metascore
    • 20 Critic Score
    The effects are dodgy and unconvincing. The emotional investment is nil. The running time is only 94 minutes long, thus proving there may, in fact, be a merciful higher power out there. It’s still a four-alarm disaster.
  50. This out-and-out disaster dissolves in a puddle of botched intentions that will leave children sad and confused and adults scratching their heads.
  51. Neeson has made better pulpy B movies, and he’ll probably make worse ones than this. The good news is that, like buses, a new film from the star tends to come around every few hours, so you can skip this one without regrets.
  52. Where's Sandler in all this? Lost in gimmicks that smack of desperation. Damn it.
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  53. It's not the trite talk that sends Cruel Intentions into a tailspin, it's the lightweight casting.
  54. This tale of self-involved millennials, a mystery machine, and a whole mess of purposefully mistaken identities is the kind of mashup of high-concept horror and ham-fisted satire that mistakes complicated for complex and a pile-up of confusing plot twists for storytelling.
  55. It feels manufactured to be suitable for mass consumption.
  56. An indigestible chunk of romantic marshmallow.
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  57. Arriving just in time to win a place among the year’s worst films, Robin Hood — bursting with an entitled sense of its own non-existent coolness — falls flat on its fat one.
  58. There’s a deadening feeling you get watching all of this, as if Argylle’s real revelation is: We’ve cracked the code on how to take a handful of your favorite actors and a surefire ha-ha-bang-bang storyline and leech every single thing out that you usually like about these kinds of things.
  59. There are moments in this borderline incoherent mess of a movie in which fans may be convinced that its sole purpose is to try making the original follow-up, 1977’s legendarily godawful Exorcist II: The Heretic, look positively genius by comparison.
  60. As for viewers, well … whoever won in the endless round-robin of interspecies chicanery, we all lost.
  61. What When Harry Met Sally made clear is that the keys to a good romcom are a tight, witty script (RIP Nora Ephron) and likable leads that can make it sing. Ghosted, like so many modern-day romcoms, opts for the everything-but-the-kitchen-sink approach. Sometimes less is more, Hollywood.
  62. This seventh chapter just seems to be exploiting our affection for the Scream team’s history and thinking die-hards will simply go see anything with the name slapped on it.
  63. The taste of toxicity will overwhelm whatever pulpy grindhouse pleasures you might have experienced. A franchise that started off with a sense of betrayal and righteous anti-authoritarian anger ends by parroting authoritarian talking points that betray what this country is about. Let this please be the last of its kind.
  64. They say it’s all in the timing, especially when it comes to funny business. But in The Hustle everyone’s inner comedic clock is calamitously off. The setups are flat, the jokes don’t land and the actors don’t — or won’t — connect.
    • 36 Metascore
    • 20 Critic Score
    Apart from its relentless messaging, the movie is hobbled by a near-total absence of procedural logic.
  65. This is the final game: Do you recommend this to your friends out of brand loyalty, knowing that they’re Saw completists and hey, you endured this, so why shouldn’t they? Or should you take mercy on them and let them know that Spiral should be avoided at all costs, regardless of its slasher-flick pedigree.
  66. Doesn't deliver an ounce of charm.
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  67. There should be a place in hell for hacks who turn out derivative terror trash and then pretend they're doing an important investigative piece on Vatican corruption.
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  68. It’s slog, slog, slog, all the way.
  69. Jack proves he’s (von Trier) also capable of making a failed act of provocation. The fact that he ends the movie in hell seems superfluous. We’ve already been there for two and a half hours.
  70. The Hughes boys blow it by burying a fine cast -- Robbie Coltrane as a cop and Ian Holm as a royal sawbones are standouts -- in stock scares, sappy romance and cliches that really are from hell.
  71. Launches the fall season with a crashing thud.
  72. Promises a road movie of blissful comic romance and delivers a series of dramatic dead ends.
  73. Fixed should have been, by any measure, the fix we needed in terms of balls-out hilarity about neurotic, sex-crazed creatures, or even just a parable from an animation godhead about humans being just as beholden to animal instincts as our four-legged friends. Instead, we get a wildly uneven, totally obvious, and often painfully unfunny 80 minutes.
  74. While the first movie steadily tighened its vise, the second loosens its grip through strained acting and incoherent plotting.
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  75. Give the girls a cheer, but remember: "Bring It On" is still the poo, Missy. Take a big whiff.
  76. Director Gillian Armstrong turns Sebastian Faulks' pungent novel about World War II into a soporific.
  77. Slow torture for kids and grownups alike, The Nutcracker and the Four Realms gives a bad name to the very concept of family entertainment.
  78. Recommending that someone actually subject themselves to Roland Emmerich’s sci-fi neo-disaster flick, however, is a little like shoving three-month old milk under an unsuspecting person’s nose and inquiring, Does this smell ok? You already know the answer; you just need to share the pain.
  79. Add Showtime to the pile of Hollywood dreck that represents nothing more than the art of the deal.
  80. The only achievement in transferring The Goldfinch from page to screen is that it’s a botch job for the ages.
  81. It’s 94 minutes that you won’t remember seconds after its over. You could always just throw down the white flag before shots are fired and save yourself the trouble.
  82. How the hell did Ben Affleck, 29, wind up replacing Harrison Ford, 59, as our hero? Who's next as Ryan -- Ozzy Osbourne's guppy son, Jack? Chronology hasn't been this royally fucked with since Memento.
  83. The big problem with Big Trouble, despite a fine cast and director (Sonnenfeld made "Get Shorty" and "Men in Black"), is that the damn thing isn't funny.
  84. What we have here is a comedy on life support, with Haddish and Byrne valiantly performing futile acts of resuscitation. Sorry to report: The patient died.
  85. The overbaked, underwhelming, narratively restless movie itself is 0.0 percent watchable.
  86. If it’s not the worst of these films, it’s certainly the most anemic — and even die-hard fans are apt to feel completely drained by all of it.
  87. The Kitchen is deadly serious — and worse, deadly dull, even when it tries to act tough by laying on the violence and a heaping side of gore.
  88. This year gave us the best and most imaginative Marvel film in "Black Panther." Now we have the worst.
  89. It’s the sensation that you’re watching something that’s sloppy, overthought, undercooked and can’t decide whether it wants to honor the original (it fails), add to both the in-house lore and the longstanding genre tropes of the slasher canon (it does not), or some combo of both (two missed opportunities for the price of one).
  90. We have to suffer through two hours of this rancid summer cheese.
  91. So what's not to like? There's the bad CGI, the choppy pacing, the comically intense acting, the repetition, the dullness and mostly the idiot plot about how there's only one male dragon and everything will be fine if they kill the Big Dick. Wha? Somebody get a hose and put this Fire out.
  92. This ultra-violent, ultra-stupid smarm-bomb deserves to take a few lumps before shuffling off to the digital boneyard.
  93. A romantic thriller of more than usual ineptitude.
  94. There is nothing distinctive about this toxic available-on-demand tripe except the absence of Mark Polish, though Michael didn’t spare his wife Kate Bosworth from acting duty in a thankless role. One thing’s for sure: This downpour of offensive ethnic stereotyping is a total washout.
  95. Even if male stars from Neeson to Bruce Willis have been riding the same gravy train for decades, Garner has the talent to make us expect more. She needed support from the filmmakers. But what did she get? A lazy facsimile of the revenge movie she so richly deserved. There’s no reason audiences should accept it.
  96. This misbegotten sequel to 2014’s not-so-hot Maleficent is a torturous exercise in brightly-colored monotony that chokes on repetitive screenwriting, amateurish directing, paycheck performances and digital hardware for a heart. Kids under five (months) might be fooled, but sentient filmgoers know a scam when they see one.
  97. Beware all male viewers who enter here, you are in chick-movie hell.

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